hey everyone! Here is the goblet of fire, and it is time… for the reaping.

hi- who knows? Hermione's parents were probably with the black market.(πŸͺπŸͺπŸͺπŸͺπŸͺπŸͺπŸͺπŸͺπŸͺπŸͺ)

Have a great day, and i do not own hp.

Today was not one of Harry's better days.

James had woken up as a lion cub, which had taken a while to get him out of. When Hermione had ran a brush through Lily's hair, her head had disappeared.

They had walked downstairs and James realized he could hear everyone's thoughts. He was forced to walk around with his hands on his ears.

Around midday, a bright gold ball had appeared next to Lily, changing color with her mood.

A cheery yellow for happy, a deep green for calm. Angry red flames, or rainy blue drops.

Most of the time is was purple for despair.

Neither could stop it.

What irritated Harry most was that Draco made no effort to help his daughter through her times of hardship.

Ariel was now found in the library, first going through basic readers, then struggling through books even Hermione had proclaimed boring.

He got the distinct feeling she was trying to make Draco proud, and remembered what he had said to Draco last year after the Griffindor and Ravenclaw match.

"One day, you'll wake up and find shes a woman who spent her whole life trying to know you, and you won't know her."

He prayed that wouldn't happen.

That night, the Goblet of Fire would make its selection.

Everyone was excited, except Harry, though he was still going. They found a seat by Ron, who informed them of Harriet's sitting by Severus.

He noticed Draco grab his daughter firmly by the arm and yank her away from them, and then seethed as he abandoned her and returned to sit by his friends.

Thank goodness Ginny was already moving toward the poor girl.

The Goblet of Fire was placed in the center of the room. Everyone was quiet. The flames turned red, and a piece of paper flew out.

Dumbledore caught it.

"The champion for Durmstrung will be Viktor Krum!"

Shouts and cheers rang out as Viktor stood, and walked out of a door near the front of the room.

The Goblet turned red again, and a second piece of paper flew out.

Dumbledore grabbed it again.

"The champion for Beaxbatons, is Fleur Delacour!"

More shouts and cheers. Some girls burst into tears. Hermione rolled her eyes.

The Goblet turned red one more time, and then a final piece of paper flew out.

"And the champion for Hogwarts will be Cedric Diggory."

More shouts and Cheers from the students, along with catcalls from the Weasley twins.

"Thank you all for coming, and-"

The goblet turned red again. Three girls screamed. A fourth piece of paper flew out, and Dumbledore reached out for a final time.

He read it, then looked up. Harry had never seen him so mad. "HARRY POTTER!"

His mouth dropped open.

He looked at Ron and Hermione.

"No!" Lily screamed. "No! That's not supposed to happen, NO!"

"I didn't enter my name." Harry gasped. "You know I didn't."

Hermione was nodding, already believing him, but Ron wasn't looking so sure.

"HARRY POTTER!"

Lily jumped up and wrapped her arms around him to the point of choking him. James squeezed his leg.

He stood and walked down the aisle, holding Lily, and swinging James on his leg. Dumbledore held out a paper.

He took it,

"That's not my handwriting. I didn't enter my name."

Dumbledore pointed to the door the other champions had disappeared behind.

"I don't want to compete. Hermione and I-"

"Harrison. Door. Now." A voice floated up. He looked up at his last hope.

"Harriet, you know-"

"HARRISON." She said louder. "Door. Now."

He felt a hand on his shoulder, and submitted.

befor entering he turned and untangled both his kids arms and legs. Lily looked close to tears, and James was already there.

"Go to Mom. She needs you. I'll be alright, but she needs you." Lily gazed into his eyes, then turned and walked away. James followed her a couple steps, then asked. "Will you come back?"

they were the only words he had spoken that day.

"Of course. I'll meet you back in the common room. I did say we could have a round of wizards chess."

he made sure he was loud enough that Hermione, and everyone else, could hear him.

dumbledore shifted in his seat.

Lily and James vanished, then appeared by Hermione.

He opened the door and disappeared.

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"I'm not going to compete."

"You don't have a choice."

"It wasn't my handwriting, I don't want to."

"Potter. Do you listen? You. Have. No. Choice."

"Sev!"

Snape's lips pursed.

"Hermione and I had plans though, after the tasks we were going to go somewhere fun, like Diagon Alley, or the Weasley's. And James and Lily need me. They're struggling, and you all need to learn I'm not a pawn. I'm a person, a father. And I have a responsibility. I don't have time for foolishness."

Dumbledore was beginning to realize Harry truly DIDNT want to compete.

"I'm, sorry, Harry, but there is a magical contract involved. Im sure Ms. Granger-"

"She prefers Potter for obvious reasons."

"ms. Potter will explain them, but you have no choice. Let me explain some pointers to you, as you are at a disadvantage to the other champions."

"No. I want to be able to tuck my son and daughter in." He walked away, stopping at the door. He pointed at Harriet.

"You know I didn't do it. You know. You know who did, and you stand there doing nothing."

"It's not my choice."

"To use your voice?"

"No. To share the prophesies. I could have my tongue cut out."

"You lie. You've always been a bad liar."

"And I suppose it's second nature to you?"

"No. I only use them when my, or someone else's is on the line."

"Noble. Bloody Griffindors."

"Language. And if you haven't noticed, your a Griffindor too."

"I'd much Rather be in Slythrin."

"You lie."